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What is the average age kids start to indulge in masturbation? A child starts to notice they have special parts between the ages of two and three. They play with themselves because it gives them a happy feeling inside. The kids do not know what they are actually doing though. The question is when do they realize what that sensation is to them.

My parents used to have parties all the time in Greene County. The adults would bring the kids over. The adults would be in the garage and the kids would be inside or on the play set. There was always a long line for the bathroom. I was not very good at peeing outside when I was young. I was six or seven years old at the time. One of the other girls told me I could get rid of having to pee if I laid on my fist. She told me to put my fist on my crotch and to lay there until I did not have to pee anymore. I told her that it gave me a tingling sensation. She said it worked then. That was the start of being a cookie monster.

I would lay on my fist every time that I had to pee. I started doing it when I did not have to pee. The sensation it gave me was addicting. I remember in first or second grade that I laid down behind one of the book shelves in the library. My girlfriends and I would always get a shower together to save time. I would lay down on my fist before getting in the shower. I was putting my knuckles up on my Miss Lucy every chance I got. My mom caught me in our house doing it behind the spare bed. The cookie monster was out of control. My mom sat me down and told me that the sensation was actually an orgasm. I still did not completely understand what that meant or why it was so addicting.

I want to say this is what triggered my openness to sexuality. I have been getting myself off ever since that first moment. I am no longer laying down behind bookshelves in schools. Ha. I do not want to get arrested for that. I have graduated to just my bed and shower. I also take advantage of toys instead of my knuckles. If I am feeling a little hung over, I indulge in ‘me time’ to get the happy feelings flowing to pick me up. I love seeing how many times I can get myself off in one sitting. The record is currently holding at four times. My one girlfriend recently tied me. I was so happy for her, but I want to try for five now. There are few things greater than being open and free with yourself, so you can round those bases into home plate. Batter, I mean, knuckles up ladies!

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If you do not plan on eating your fish for dinner, you would catch and release it. You can use this same idea for having sex. This type of sex is not for everyone. There are many people who are not comfortable with a one night stand or mid day rendezvous. I find it exciting to indulge in it every now and then. Different strokes for different folks.

I tend to go on Tinder when I’m bored to swipe through the men deck. I typically do not look at their details. It is for shits and giggles. Well, I matched with this 22-year-old. Lets call him Charlie Conway from the ‘Mighty Ducks.’ He was a good-looking guy. His beard made him look a little older. We exchanged a few messages. It was nothing serious. Charlie ending up messaging me the following day to find out what I was going to do for the day. I told him I was going to the beach with my friends. He mentioned that we should meet up. I dismissed the message and closed the application. I was looking forward to a day with my friends, soaking up some rays and throwing back some beers.

Jude and I walked up to the tiki bar on the beach to order some drinks. I noticed a guy sitting with a group on the other side of the bar. He looked familiar. Hmm. I opened Tinder on my phone to Charlie’s profile. I asked Jude if he thought the guy at the bar and on my phone was the same person. Jude thought if it wasn’t the same person then they must be related. I messaged him to confirm our thoughts. He wasn’t picking up that I was at the same place as him. I heard him say, “The chick from Tinder. She’s 32.”Come on now. I messaged him and said, “Stop shouting my age like a football score!” He looked shocked and told his buddies that I heard them. They all started looking around for me. I waved with a smile. I owned it. I walked over and talked to him.

I quickly learned that Charlie was in college, on the hockey team, and flying out later that evening to go home. This would be the perfect opportunity for a catch and release afternoon delight for me. Yes, it also would make me an official cougar since he was ten years younger than me. Ain’t no shame in my game. Him and his one teammate kept saying they needed a shower before heading to the airport. Jude knew what I was thinking without me saying anything. Jude signaled for me to go for it. It would make for a good story. I invited Charlie and his buddy back to my place for showers, beers and food. Charlie asked me to join him in the shower. I stripped down and jumped in there with him. We started in there and finished on my bed. It was pretty good minus the end. I told him to cum on my chest. He must not shoot the puck often on the ice because he shot wide right. I luckily sensed his poor aim and turned my head. Whew. I saved my hair. We got dressed then Charlie and his buddy left for their flight. My friends and I grilled out then watched a scary movie. It was a successful day.

What were the chances of running into Charlie that day. There are probably quite a few of you judging me. That is okay. You get to read about it because I lived in the moment. I did not think I would hear from him again since he lived in the northeast. I was wrong. Apparently, the younger men think they are entitled to receive pictures after they have sex with you. They also do not understand that most people do not have a catalogue of naked pictures saved on their phone to send out on a whim. It is quite comical. I did save the best part for last. You may think I came up with his character name due to him being younger and playing hockey. That contributed to it, but he had a tattoo of the ‘Mighty Ducks’ on his ass. Charlie definitely worked the flying V angle.

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We have all been down the slide backwards at least once in our lives. Sex with an ex is also known as sliding backwards down a slide. It usually happens because the relationship ended on good terms and the sex was so good between the two of you. If you had sex with an ex and the sex was not that great, you were just looking for a fix and had no other options. I only had two ex-boyfriends that I cared to indulge with after we ended our relationships. Neither of those relationships ended on a sour note. I had some of the best sex with those two. I’d slide backwards all day, every day if it meant I would land on their dick.

Drew and I became best friends after we broke up. It took about four months for that to happen. You have to let the dust settle. We had some pretty amazing sexual chemistry between us. He was such a big guy and loved tossing me around like a rag doll. I loved it rough. I had just stopped seeing someone and Drew was single. We both got an itch while we were out with friends. We staggered our exits. We did not want anyone in our business. It was less drama that way. I met him at his house. We were both a little tipsy which made for an even better performance. Drew ripped my bikini off and bent me over the end of his bed. He was going to pound town while cracking me across the ass. ::sigh in heaven:: He grabbed me up and tossed me onto his bed. He dove right in after the ass and pikachu. Oh hey. I wasn’t even mad about it. The beautiful thing was after we had sex it was back to business as usual between us. It was the greatest friendship.

Peter and I was a slightly different story. We made the mistake of having sex immediately following the break up. It was great sex. It was not ideal for the emotional part. Sex with an ex only works when the feelings have washed away. Granted, I still think about this one time we had sex after we broke up. We broke up and had not seen each other in two weeks. He came over my place to put up my curtains in the living room. The problem was he did not bring those tools. It slightly foiled my plan. I explained that I planned on offering something as a thank you for the curtains. I was sitting on the floor. Peter got down off the couch and crawled over top of me and asked me, “What kind of thank you?” He knew what I had up my sleeve or between my legs. Ha. We started kissing so hard and passionately that it lit a fire in-between my legs. We tore off each others clothes. Peter smiled when he felt how turned on I was for him. He made me smile with his eight plus inches in my Miss Lucy. There was a giant box on the floor behind us that kept getting in the way. We did not even care. It was so animalistic. Whew. I still get those feel good chills thinking about it.

There is nothing wrong with sliding backwards as long as there are no feelings involved in the situation. Feelings make sex with an ex very messy for everyone. Friends are like annoying birds in your ears. It is more unneeded aggravation. It is usually best to keep that information under wraps. Some people will never understand how two people that used to date can be friends and occasionally enjoy a romp. Sex with an ex is great because you trust each other and know what each other likes in the bedroom. What more could you ask for? ::two snaps and around the world:: Do not let anyone yell at you for playing on the playground. The swings are fun, but the slides are better when you go down backwards.

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Anyone can have sex at anytime. It depends on how much you want it or how desperate you are for it. You could truly love sex. I have heard of people using Tinder as a bet to see who could get laid before 2:00am. I have always been a “in the moment decision” type of person. I went nine months of no sex by choice. I could have very easily of had sex with someone in that time. I was actually going to see if I could make it a full year at that point. I was interested in becoming a born again virgin. Ha. ::clean that slate::

I started the sex hiatus after douche bag Bill. I went through some medical scares. I was over men at that time. I wanted nothing from them. I was perfectly content with my double A batteries. I realized that I made it to nine months. I was surprised that I made it that far. Did I miss sex to the point of wanting a random pickle in my jar? No.Did I think about sex? Yes. Everyone enjoys sex. It is human nature. I even had my one guy friend, Jaxon, just cuddle and lay on me once during my hiatus, so I could feel the weight of a man on me. ::queue Sex and the City quote:: I have come a long way from my young twenties. The old, younger version of me acted on every Energizer Bunny impulse. The seasoned broad that I am now is more selective on the produce that enters the store in-between her legs.

I made it to nine months of no sex. I started entertaining the idea of going a whole year. It meant my Miss Lucy was tight and right. Sharon Osborne supposedly said she had vaginal tightening surgery done to her. You could go the easier route of indulging in no sex and ben wa ball exercises. The thought of making it to a year was ended by one of my gorgeous Ron Burgundy friends. Grayson and I met three years ago through one of our mutual friends. I had a boyfriend at the time when him and I first met. When Peter and I broke up, Grayson and I started text messaging and snap chatting one another. It was so easy to talk to him. It was even easier to sext with him. We were both pretty good at exciting one another. This went on for two years between us. The build up of sexual tension was beginning to be wound up tighter than Joan River’s face. It was fun to fantasize about the day we would finally get to feel each other’s naked bodies.

That day happened when I was on my hiatus. He was in town for a gig. We were exchanging messages throughout the night. I was definitely feeling pretty good. Alcohol gave me confidence and took away my nerves. Okay, okay, I was drunk. It probably was better for the situation though. Two years of sexual anticipation had a lot to live up to. It started to pour down rain. I showed up to his hotel room drunk, frisky, and wet. There was polite chit-chat before we started ripping each other’s clothes off. I am pretty sure my Miss Lucy was drooling at the sight of him and his big dick. Whew. The first thrust was the most titillating sensation I have felt in a long time. The thought of it right now gives me the chills. Lord, baby Jesus. I remember him saying a few times how tight my vahjayjay was when he slid in and out of me. Nine months of no sex and kegels truly paid off. We went a few rounds. It was salacious.

I still laugh thinking about how drunk I was that night. At one point, I remember I sucked his balls in my mouth like I was the powerball machine. :: yells 35, 23, 18:: All bets are off when I am drunk. Ain’t no shame in my game. He left me with some lovely markings to remember the evening. I had to wear fashionable scarves for a week to work. Do you think I was bummed that I did not make it to a year of no sex? Hell no. That was worth every bit of the two years we had in conversations and pictures. It was one hell of a way to end my nine month sex hiatus. He can pokemon my pikachu any day.

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I am really bad at remembering to message these guys back on Tinder. I slightly suck at it. I get called out for it too. Whoops. However, in my defense, some of these guys message me late at night during the week. I have to let them know I am asleep by or before 10 o’clock during the week. Late nights during the week are once in a blue moon now. I am not old either. I am seasoned. I also know if I do not get enough sleep it better be for a good reason because I will be tired and cranky as all hell the following two days. Ha.

This Devin guy uses emojis like it’s his job and he is getting paid for it. I question if he is another gay straight man. What happened to small talk? This guy is taking it right to the altar. I decided he was too cereal for me. ::unmatched::

When did men become more desperate than women with an internal clock ticking away? The majority of people really do not like slapping a label on things right out the gate. Where is the fun in that? Most of us avoid that topic as long as we possibly can. I cannot take some of these guys seriously though. This Daniel guy very well could have been joking. However, he did say he really did like long walks on the beach. What happened to the manly men? Did gay straight men take over? It is nice to walk on the beach with someone special to you, but I don’t want to hear how you love that and candle lit baths. I would rather you not say anything to me, grab me up like a cavemen, throw me over your shoulder, throw me on the bed, and show me who is boss. I do not want to sit around and talk about feelings with you or where our future is going. If I wanted to do that, I would call one of my girlfriends or my gay best friends to come over for wine.

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You never get to make a second first impression. Everyone hopes people can have an open mind to give someone a second chance. You hope people do not judge a book by its cover. The question is can you make a better impression if you get the opportunity for it.

I went out to listen to the band my mother managed. I had my fake identification to get into the bar. I was feeling pretty good. Cameron text messaged me while I was out. He wanted me to come over his parents house. He was in town for the weekend. My mom was kind enough to drop me off at his house. She said she would pick me up in the morning. I found him in his recreational room watching TV. I was drunk and he was frisky. We went at it like rabbits. We were having sex on the couch. He was in the sitting position and I was straddling him. Cameron moved us to the floor. He wanted to be in charge of the rhythm. I loved when he would kiss my neck. It made me melt under him. I moved us to the other couch. I laid him down on his back. I straddled his stick shift. He was trying to hold out. Cameron’s goal was to make it last as long as he could for us. I am sure it was not an easy task with my big boobs bouncing in his face. I used to tease him by squeezing my kegel muscles around his dick. We kept our sex life fun.

For some reason, we put the couch cushions on the floor to sleep on them like a bed. In the morning, I heard the door open to the downstairs. Cameron’s mom yelled down that my mom called the house. Fuck! His parents had no idea that I came over last night. My second impression already not off to a good start. I called my mom from my cell phone. She was out in the driveway. I had two choices in front of me. I could sneak out the back door with my tail between my legs. The other choice was to walk up the stairs talk to his parents and go out the front door. I knew after the first impression I could not duck out. I tried to get Cameron to go upstairs with me. He was clearly tired and did not want to move at all. I had to face them alone. I pulled my hair up in a ponytail and straightened my clothes. I was trying very hard to not look like a hot mess. I went upstairs with a smile. I greeted and talked with his parents. I thought it went really well given the circumstances. I went out the front door to get in the car. My mom looked at me and said, “You better hide that from your father.” I had no idea what she was talking about. I pulled down the visor and looked in the mirror. My second impression officially went down the drain. There was a huge hickey on my neck. Fuck! It was in plain view with my hair pulled up in a ponytail. I wanted to kill Cameron.

You may get a chance to make a better impression than your first one. There is also a chance you could make it worse. I did not have good luck. I can only imagine what his parents thought of me. I had a feeling it was not going to stop Cameron and I from seeing each other though. The most important things I learned from these experiences was to always carry a little mirror in my purse and to avoid see through t-shirts. Hickeys and nipples visible through your shirt are no way to go through life.